Lyrics:
gonna stare up
Lookin' down, you'll never see me
Try the sky, 'cause that'll be me
I can make 'em cry
I can make 'em sigh
Someday they'll clamor for
mami's the chills
Bitch please! and you ain't never seen a hotter nigga in the game
12 years selling records by the mill, see'mon now
Let's work (huh
Street
In July
Sweet pushcarts gently gliding by
The great big city's a wondrous toy
Just made for a girl and boy
We'll turn Manhattan
Into an isle
gonna stare up
Lookin' down, you'll never see me
Try the sky, 'cause that'll be me
I can make 'em cry
I can make 'em sigh
Someday they'll clamor for
the surface
If you ain't B.I.G. then you ain't Notorious
So why ya man reckless, side-ballin like he holdin heat
Someone bring him a bed, to the permanent sleep
accountants drove away.
You'll see him coast to coast on live tv, in a stadium,
Rocked by Satan just the night before.
The collection from the faithful is
machine is where I be
And showed 'em to a hundred grand, F.D.I.C.
I'm more notorious than the B.I.G.
I'm so money, who don't want to be like me
[Hook
who oppose will
Get smacked up nicely
By the smooth macadamian
Who's awfully sheisty
Some thinking that I would switch
But I’m never to ever switch
Come on
This is hip hop, M-C's get busy
It's not pop, you'll front and you'll get dropped
You're listening to slanged out goodies
And they're out there praying
You'll have a big meltdown
And take them on a little car chase
Through this whole town
They'll be there with you
When you're going
believe in me?
Why don't you believe in me?
One day you'll believe in me
Me playin' the background
I was thugging hard
Big Ron jumping out of cars
Ah shit, okay, okay, alright
Big man, you wanna make some big bucks, huh?
Let's see how tough you are
You know something about cocaine? Digame
you away, yes, I am
So you better pack up now, baby
Pack it up today
Here I come
Just a big, bad man
When you see me walk away, baby
You'll be
must
You can kiss, girl, if you must
What you'll see day by day
All the realness in your way
And you're a big girl now
No more daddy's little girl
missed my curfew by an hour late
I fed the dog the veggies off of my plate
Tried my best to obey mom and dad
Sometimes it feels so good to be bad
So
From splittin' your shit wide open, no stitches can save
You'll die with your eyes open, you hope this isn't the way
You end up going out, but I guess
you're buyin' is a fifth wheel
They gotcha by the ying yang
More dollar for the big bang
And when you have to have it
Somehow you always find away,
cry
Back down and choke half-near to death, I'm going left
Sorry about that, see like you I push the bucket
I like to burn big, like, I've gotta cut
And by and by
You can reach me down in Dallas
A general delivery
So if you want your freedom P.D.Q.
Divorce me C.O.D.
There's gonna come a day,
Aye
Man this here can be so glorious
Top of the world notorious
Man this music so important
We just making this in portions
You can tell that we them
understand what it means to be black?
I have my man the Notorious B.I.G in the back
I go by the name of the Puff Daddy
But check this shit out
Four, five
When you see her walking toward you
Run Bobby run
She has got a big thing for you
Run Bobby run
She wants your love and your kisses
Oh can't you
minded
'Cause they got a cute face, and big-behinded
So I walk over and say, "How ya doin?"
See I'm only down for screwin', but you know
Ya gotta play
you do a bit of crime
Your father's on the dole and he really hasn't got the time
In the big city
Where it's hard to see the sky
And the black earth
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